Dream Book Novels & Stories

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

Kamrynn’s POV That night, I dream of Rmonica, and it’s one of the strangest, most vivid dreams I’ve ever had. I see her standing in a beautiful, sprawling garden, surrounded by vibrant, colorful flowers. She moves gracefully from one bed of flowers to another, smiling as she gently tends to each bloom, touching each petal as if it were precious. Her hands are tender, her face calm and content, filled with the joy of caring for something she loves.

Caught in the balance between curiosity and uncertainty, they wrestle with the notion that there may be more to this dream than meets the eye. As days turn into nights, the new character finds themselves drawn back to the dream's fragments, like a traveler retracing their steps in a mystical landscape. Each time they close their eyes, the images resurface, accompanied by a whisper a call that tugs at their very soul. It's as if the dream is an invitation, an unspoken promise of secrets waiting to be unveiled.

As Anna rode the elevator to the fifth floor, she couldn’t help but feel like she was suspended in a dream, disconnected from everything. The Dream Research Institute, founded by the elusive Harry Camilton, was a place where dreams and reality blurred. It was a world of curiosity and groundbreaking research. To most people, it was a sanctuary for the mind. To Anna, it was just a job—a steady paycheck, a way to keep moving forward. But today, her thoughts felt fragmented, distracted by the eerie images from her dream.

“But your next trial will not test your hands or your charm.” He leans forward. “It will test your mind.” There’s a hush in the room. The air feels heavier. “The Dream Trial,” he says. “A shared illusion, created by a relic older than any of you. Once inside, your body sleeps. But your mind will face what it fears most.” He stands. “You will enter the dream together. But you may not stay together. Time moves differently there. Emotions twist the world. What is safe one moment may not be the next.”

I routinely slapped a pain-relief patch onto my wrist before packing my things to head back to the dorms. The conductor approached me. “Naomi, we have a change of plans. Someone is taking your place. “I’m afraid you won’t be joining us for the performance next week.” … My mind went blank. From the age of seven to twenty-one, I went through fourteen years of tough seasons, just to gain this opportunity. I was just one step away from realizing my dream and fulfilling my mother’s dying wish. Yet now… Gritting my teeth, I asked heart-wrenchingly, “Sir, may I know who has been given my role?”

Lauren looked at them coldly and took out a Pokeball and tossed it up in the air and Gengar came out and looked at the surroundings, he saw that people where terrified and three of them were about to piss their pants, then he looked at Lauren and understood that his master was pissed and laughed at the misfortune of those three who were on their knees. Lauren "Gengar use Bad Dream, then Dream Eater" Gengar just laughed and attacked Meowth, Jessie, and James with the following moves causing them to become mindless zombies as they suffered from scary dreams then suddenly assaulted by Dream Eater caused them to become mindless people. Gengar finished it off and sent them flying as he went back

Chapter 63: The Dream Mellisa tossed and turned in her sleep, her mind filled with vivid images of pleasure. She felt a warmth spreading throughout her body, a feeling of anticipation and desire that she had never experienced before. In her dream, she was in a lush garden surrounded by lush vegetation and vibrant flowers. Suddenly, Jeremy appeared. His eyes were a deep, dark blue and he was wearing a suit that fit him perfectly. He walked towards her, his gaze never leaving hers, and reached out to take her hand. His touch was electric, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her.

Only four girls were present, sound asleep, a testament to the hour. As Rithanya prepared her bed, set her alarm for 7 am, and settled in, her thoughts began to cascade into her dreams. In her slumber, a vivid and unsettling dream took hold—a scenario where she entered an examination hall, slightly late, and was met with a room full of students fervently writing. The weight of time pressed upon her, and she struggled to finish her exam. The aftermath of her performance was a shock—she scored the lowest marks, her classmates mocked her, and her parents' disappointment was palpable. The dream painted a portrait of failure and humiliation that left Rithanya gasping for air as she jolted awake w

"For years, I barely slept—stressed out, hair falling out in clumps—losing my mind over not having a baby. Do you have any idea what that did to me? "And you? You fed me birth control like it was nothing. Those hormones destroyed me—I can never have a baby now! You RIPPED AWAY my chance to be a mom just so SHIRLEY could have your kid. You're a MONSTER, Joshua." My heart tightened, and tears wouldn't stop streaming down my face. When the doctor told me the truth, it felt like my whole world shattered. Joshua crushed my dream of having a daughter. I hated him. I never wanted to see him again.